"The Son of God, Caesar, Makes His First Appearance Before the World and the Public!"
"Shouldering the Heavy Responsibility of Stark Industries: Is it a Descent into the Abyss or the Creation of a New Legend?"
"The One-Year-Old Son of God, Caesar, Solely Declares War on Terrorists!"
"Caesar: Within Three Days, a Revolutionary New Product Will Be Revealed!"
Less than half a day after the press conference ended, the headlines with the above messages, featuring Caesar standing on the podium, had already been widely circulated by 21st-century online media and supplementary editions of newspapers and magazines.
This undoubtedly sparked an epic frenzy and ignited unprecedented heated discussions among the populace.
Of course, there were many doubts raised. After all, Caesar was just a child. However, the voices of support predominated, with most of Caesar's supporters being the former fans of Tony, continuing their loyalty to Caesar.
They hoped that Caesar would continue to create miracles and legends, as the world desperately needed heroes.
Someone commented, "Regardless of whether Caesar's new product can lift Stark Industries out of its commercial difficulties, or whether Caesar can eliminate the terrorists threatening New York's security within a week, from the moment he, as a child of about one-year-old, chose to stand on the podium and shoulder the heavy responsibility without flinching, openly declaring war, he had already achieved a spiritual victory."
These words resonated with countless people, fostering hope and anticipation.
Meanwhile, in Stark Industries, in the executive office and studio formerly belonging to Chairman Tony Stark, located near the top floor.
Caesar lay on the leather sofa, his small body propped up, sucking on a lollipop, controlling the chair to spin continuously.
Eddie, dressed in a suit uniform, stood in the office lobby, watching Caesar with repeated sighs. "Master, to be honest, what I originally anticipated was already crazy enough, but what you've done is far more insane than I imagined, tens of times over."
"I've got an extra alien Symbiote freeloading on me, occasionally scaring or killing people is fine, but I can't transform into Iron Man. Announcing products, openly declaring war... Can the two of us really handle these things?" Eddie said, rubbing his hair with both hands in frustration.
Venom, feeling embarrassed for his host, extended a tendril and slapped Eddie's face, forcing him to calm down slightly.
Caesar, with his arms crossed, snorted, "Who else can do it if Tony isn't here? We have to do it."
To be fair, what was happening now was originally something Tony should have dealt with, but since Tony and his alter ego were off to the Galactic Union, it fell on his godfather to bear Tony's burden.
Eddie looked at Caesar, puzzled. "Why don't we operate in secret? Why make such a big fuss with a press conference when Miss Potts is still in their hands?"
"Do you think I want to?" Caesar glanced at him disdainfully and said, "If we don't hold a press conference, the initiative will remain in their hands."
"Why?" Eddie scratched his head, feeling that his intelligence wasn't quite enough.
Venom, feeling embarrassed for his host, simply remained silent and fell asleep.
"Do you think, from start to finish, the other side has done so many things for what purpose?" Caesar asked in return.
Eddie thought for a moment, counting on his fingers before speaking, "They sent people to infiltrate Stark Industries as product managers, attacked elite researchers of Stark Industries, and kidnapped Miss Potts after fearing their identities were exposed..."
He paused for a moment, his eyes shining, as he approached the truth, "Coupled with other peer companies joining forces to besiege Stark Industries if they were also behind these actions, then their ultimate goal should be—"
Caesar took over his words, nodding, "Exactly. They want to destroy Stark Industries, this commercial empire."
Eddie took a sharp breath, blinked, and asked, "Did Stark Industries offend them? As a top weapon development company, shouldn't terrorists target more than just Stark Industries?"
Caesar spread his hands, displaying an air of certainty that there was only one truth, and decisively concluded, "If I'm not mistaken, the mastermind behind the scenes is likely one of Tony's enemies, seeking revenge against Tony. That's why they want to destroy his commercial empire and forcefully take away his woman."
"That's too ruthless," Eddie clenched his fists, feeling a bit indignant, even though he didn't even have a girlfriend at the moment.
In fact, Caesar's judgment was almost certain.
Aldrich Kilian, a scientist in the field of lifeforms. Over a decade ago, at a banquet, Kilian, due to his research on ultimate lifeforms, found himself in a desperate situation. He had hoped to take the opportunity to meet the world-renowned Tony Stark.
However, Tony, as a proud genius and playboy, only paid attention to beautiful women at the banquet, casually instructing the enthusiastic but unfortunate young Kilian to wait for him on the rooftop of the building.
That night, Kilian waited on the rooftop of the banquet building, enduring the rain and wind for the entire night. His enthusiasm and humanity were completely worn away, leaving only the flames of vengeance burning within him!
He vowed to retaliate against Stark!
After making some progress in his research on ultimate lifeforms, Kilian wanted to seek revenge on Tony. However, since Tony had left Earth at that time, he took the opportunity to infiltrate Stark Industries, using advanced technology to continue his research on lifeform genetic projects.
He deceived Pepper Potts, who was Tony's girlfriend and secretary at the time, gaining her trust and secretly building a terrorist force to gradually execute his revenge plan.
However, due to the swift action of the Avengers Alliance, Kilian was worried that it was too dangerous to stay within Stark Industries. He made the decisive move to abduct Potts and retreat to his own underground base.
"I understand."
Eddie recalled Caesar's words from before and, combining his current judgment, said thoughtfully, "Master, by holding a press conference and announcing the launch of a new product, you're actually trying to erase the negative image of Stark Industries. This way, the enemy's plot to destroy Stark Industries won't succeed."
"I'll give them a deadline to openly declare war, essentially taunting them. This will make them even more desperate to eliminate me."
Caesar chuckled, pointing to himself, "Now, neither Potts nor Stark Industries are their primary targets anymore. It's me, a crucial figure in Stark Industries."
"It's surprising that you can still laugh."
Eddie looked warily out the window, feeling that terrorists could strike at any moment.
A sly smile crept onto Caesar's lips, making him look like a little devil. With a chilling tone, he said, "What's there to fear? I wish they'd come to find me. One by one, pair by pair, I'll take them out. It's better if they all come together, so I can wipe them out in one go and save myself the trouble."
Eddie's scalp tingled, and he shrank his neck, throwing out one final question, "Master, the premise of reviving Stark Industries is that the new product you're launching is accepted by the public. If the product turns out to be fake, then everything we've discussed before won't hold."
"Who told you the product we're launching is fake? It's just that we haven't started making it yet."
After finishing his words, Caesar looked at the computer screen on his desk, under Eddie's puzzled gaze, and asked, "God, are you ready?"
The computer screen suddenly flickered with code blocks assembling into a data sphere, and then a cold voice emanated from the speakers:
"Artificial intelligence God, at your service!"
(End of chapter)
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